"But they are beneath me!", Niisa cried, as I forced the last of her clothing to her ankles and demanded her over my knee. I knew I had taught her better than that. I had instilled into her a sense of discipline that, as I do with her, she would treat her subs in a way that reflected the way they would properly serve her. Proper obedience would render proper treatment. Insubordination would equal a punishment reflective to the level of disobedience. It's a simple, effective way in delivering that which everyone deserved. There's a certain morale in even the most base of servitude; her own females were aware of this and took the roles without hesitation. There's simply no room for unjustified cruelty if you wish to keep things running smoothly.
She had the luxury of three lovely females to do her bidding. Elena was a 5'2" bundle of red-hair that descended to her perfectly round butt, short but spicy, her slightly freckled complexion was invigorating to the carnal senses. Amarsi was of middle-eastern descent; dark hair with a naturally dark complexion, her quietened but clear accent matched well with her medium build and stature. The most audible and tallest of the three, Damiana, was loud in both her disapproval and her orgasm. Although opinionated, this busty brunette was often the first to get any order accomplished. For the most part, they'd keep everything in perfect order and tidiness around the home. They would make certain that any food desired of either one of us was present and they would take turns fixing the meals of the day. They would be expected to keep her sexual needs fulfilled when I was not at home, and with three of them having a rather high libido, it was never any problem for any one or all of them to take time in pleasuring her, and each other, whenever the order was given. There were times in which I joined in, of course, but it was often a simply beautiful sight alone in watching them. They were as fond of their Mistress as I.
Although she was the alpha female of the bunch, Niisa was still my property. The pecking order had been established from the beginning. She would be in charge of their treatment and well-being and I would supervise her, correcting her when necessary, with the additional tasks of catering to my whims and needs. They would also be subject to me, as well, but it was a hierarchy in where I did not interfere unless it was my desire- or, in this case, when I came home early to discover that they were being subjected to unfair treatment. It should not have been so much of a shock, considering the previous days events, but I had made the peace and demanded no further intervention by Niisa in the situation that occurred. Here's what happened:
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Niisa was hosting a "business party" at home. She was employed as a sales representative between adult specialty whole sellers and retail outlets. Usually working from her computer at home, she spent most of the time filling orders between the two entities; the rest of the time, she polled stores and oft-anonymous consumers on the products to determine best sellers and what the costumer required in needs when shopping for toys. However, once a month she hosted a "toy party", where retail and customer VIPs would be invited to see the newest selections, complete with demonstrations when requested. This was an additional perk with having the three girls. They were demonstration models and always anticipated the breaking in of a new product at one of these events. Not only was it a time to acquire their own allowance when a sell was made, but it was also a time in which they could present a public presentation of their loyalty and servitude for Niisa. Success in both ventures proved quite profitable for the girls. It was also quite wonderful for us, as we always kept the new toys demonstrated for that night!
The three were, as expected, prepared when the guests began arriving. They were wearing matching vinyl tops and mid-thigh skirts. Each wore their own collars, which were never removed, and sat subserviently on their knees next to the little stage they had once assembled as part of their duties. Most of the guests were return patrons to the event but always had compliments ready to dish out to the girls when they came in. This always made Niisa quite proud, and me all the same, knowing that we had such objects of desire in our service.
They wore nothing beneath the skirts as it would have been pointless five minutes into almost any given demonstration. Niisa usually got straight to the point in showing the products in use; it was business first, she wasn't here to make them feel good through foreplay, she was here to make sells! Today would be no different. A well-known company had released a new line of "industrial-strength real-skin" dildos and butt plugs. Previous attempts of various companies to produce one that looked and felt perfectly real was limiting. While they did appear and feel like the real thing, they only lasted a couple of weeks best when put to regular use. The faux skin would either disintegrate or tear off, both of which were serious turn-offs. These new ones promised to remain the same, use after use with a full year guarantee, to be no different than the day it was removed from the box. The company also released three prototype dildos which combined the realness of the others with an additional built-in liquid reservoir that would squirt its contents (which would be of your choice!) into one's orifices by the touch of a button. All of these seemed quite promising and I looked forward to keeping one of the prototypes at home.
Once all were seated, Niisa passed around each toy to the guests that they might handle them, look them over in detail and make examinations of quality. Once the toys made their way back to Niisa, she would then pick one of the girls to ascend to the stage to prepare to demonstrate its use. The first she chose was Amarsi to take one of the larger dildos. Amarsi crawled forward and remained on all fours, flipping her skirt over her back to expose her organs for her Mistress's use. Turning Amarsi slightly that her pussy might be visible to the guests, she applied a slight amount of lubrication and began pushing it into her dark-toned folds. Amarsi moaned as she was stretched with the width of the new toy. Damiana was called forward to use it on Amarsi so that Niisa could free her hands for another demonstration to occur simultaneously. Damiana moved forward and removed the fake cock from Niisa's hands and began to pump the dildo in and out of Amarsi rather vigorously. There was no need for slow, passionate play when one was needing to determine whether or not the toy could deal with rough sex, right?
This left Elena and the next, most appropriate toy, for its demonstration. Elena simply loved to have her ass toyed. She got off at having objects pushed within her rosy little hole and was elated to see that she was going to demonstrate one of the plugs. She preferred little to no lubrication, unless it was from her own honey-pot or the saliva of another person, and she turned and spread her ass shamelessly to the aroused patrons, awaiting penetration. This particular plug had a wide base, a thin neck and a long, smooth penis-shaped penetrable body. Unlike most plugs on the market, it was actually shaped like a penis for the first four inches and the thin neck contrasted to the thicker body that gave assurance that it no amount of pushing could dislodge it from its proper place. Unlike most others, it was long and uniform enough to use as a dildo for anal satisfaction; it's real-skin nature made it all the better for girls like Elena, who would all but cry at Niisa's feet, begging her to beg me to take her ass with my cock.
With minimal effort, Elena's asshole was opened to the intruding shaft of the toy. Instead of plugging it immediately, Niisa thrust it in and out of her cavity in quick, deep strokes. A guest had inquired to see if the "skin" of the toy would stay in tact in the tighter, more friction-prone caverns of the ass and Elena's Mistress was thus demonstrating it. Meanwhile, I had placed another one of the dildos into the hands of Damiana to use on herself as she continued to fuck Amarsi with the other. Between gasps, Amarsi had squealed that it, indeed, did feel as real as any other cock she had ever taken. Niisa still hammered away at Elena's ass, and all was fine...
Until about three minutes later when Damiana decided to drop her own dildo, complaining of her arm being tired, and said she'd get back to it when "she felt up to it". She did this in a terribly non-chalant way, as if the only thing that mattered that her arm was tired. When asked to try to find a more comfortable way at doing so, she dropped the toy used on Amarsi and sat down. This act of stubborn insubordination in front of us was bad enough, to do it in the company of others was simply too much. Clearly embarrassed, Niisa stopped what she was doing and cleanly plugged Elena, going over to Damiana and pushing her to her hands and feet. Damiana slightly resisted, raising another eyebrow within the crowd, but fell into position. Her Mistress towered over her, cursing her mentally, and then picked up one the larger dildo and, parting one of Damiana's cheeks, began to enter her ass with it. The head went cleanly in, opening her hole rather wide, but three inches into its width, Damiana let out a cry of discontent and kicked her foot back, hitting Niisa in the shin. Whether or not it was intention or out of reaction from having her ass split was irrelevant. The other two girls scampered together to the side of the stage, and I stood in alert as to what would happen next.
Niisa pulled the girl's head back by the hair and demanded her to stop being a cunt in front of the crowd. The audience began to talk to themselves, wondering if it was a good time to leave or not. I apologized on behalf of Niisa and her unruly girl, making up an excuse that Damiana had heard some bad news the previous day and asked for some backup from the other two, who did nothing but sit there in silence. Surely the shock of the public display of rebellion had stunned them, but there's a time when one must do what needs to be done to prevent further problems. The crowd began to disperse, saying that there is always another day to finish the demonstration. I shrugged it off, with business being of least importance for the time, and looked to my dearly pissed one, who had now began dragging the girl by the hair off the stage. When one is being dragged in such a fashion, there's little room for non-compliance, and within seconds, the misbehaved brat was walking on all fours at Niisa's feet. I told the other two to go to their room to await further order. They moved without hesitation and I let out a small laugh to see that Elena still had her plug in. It would have been like getting a bone from a hungry dog, I figured.
